Stefan sat in the study, flipping through age old books, in hopes of finding something, anything on the Originals. He thumbed through yet another hard back when he heard footsteps up the walkway outside. "Come on Katherine, you can do this." He sat up abruptly, what was she doing on his doorstep? She was the last person he wanted to see as he stood up, discarding the book and heading into the main hallway. Before Katherine could knock, Stefan had ripped open the heavy wooden front door to leave her clenched fist suspended in air. Stefan's eyes bored into her as he said, "Katherine, I'd say it's a pleasure to see you, but I don't see the point in lying. What is it you want?"
She sighed, "What do you mean?" "Well you seem to only show up when you want something. Plus you disappeared for months ever since the night Mikael was killed. Where've you been?" Her walls went right back up as she cocked a smiled as she passed him and walked into the house, "Wouldn't you like to know." He clenched his teeth as he pulled a sarcastic smile before shutting the door and following her back into the study. Katherine poured herself a glass of Damon's prized bourbon and made herself comfortable on the couch. "It seems that you've got me all wrong Stefan. You think you've got me all figured out, but that's where you're wrong. Remember, I always have the upper hand, and I'll always be two steps ahead of you." Then she was gone. Stefan sighed, she wouldn't be gone for long this time, even though he wished that she would just fall off the side of the earth and leave him to wallow in his own misery.
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Stefan woke the next morning with a jolt, waking up in a pool of sweat. The nightmares he has been having lately were becoming more and more vivid. He heard his shower running as he stood up and over to his bathroom, "Damon how many times have I told you, why can't you use your own damn shower." He looked up then to see the bare back of a brunette, standing beneath the shower head facing away from him. "Elena?" he asked as Katherine turned around, "Wrong again. It seems that you are still in denial about Elena leaving you for your brother." She looked at him; her olive toned skin glistening from the water, her wet hair clung to her back as she looked him up and down in his red and black plaid pajama pants and bare chest. Her eyes flicked back to his as she spoke, "Cute jamies, you wear them for me?" he shook his head beginning to back out of the doorway. "Come on Stefan, join me. Remember how much fun we used to have in the shower, with your father in the next room over, I would giggle and you'd cover my mouth as to not wake him?" Stefan clenched his teeth at her words and the tent in his pants as he continued to leave. "Could you at least pass me a towel?" she asked before sighing and grabbing a towel herself.
Stefan relieved himself in Damon's shower, returning to his bedroom with one of Damon's black bath towels around his waist. He found Katherine on his bed dressed in Elena's clothes. He growled, "Where did you get those?" she made a surprised face, pulling at her shirt, "Oh this I just found it in your dresser. If you want me to put them back I have no problem with taking them off." She began to pull the shirt over her head when Stefan spoke up, "No, its fine. Can you go somewhere else though? I have to get dressed." Katherine pulled the shirt back down, leaned back on her elbows and looked up at him, "I'm rather comfortable where I am, don't worry Stefan, it's not like I haven't seen all of you before." He turned away from him as he turned his back to her and started to pull clothes out of his dresser drawers. Katherine continued to watch him as he dropped his towel and she got a quick look at his backside before he quickly pulled on his navy blue boxer briefs. Katherine stood then, dragging a perfectly manicured nail across his shoulder blades before leaving the room. Stefan shivered slightly from her touch as pulled on a shirt and jeans. What was she up to? All he knew was that she wouldn't be going anywhere until she gets what she wants.
After pulling on a pair of socks, he descended the stairs to find Katherine nowhere in sight. He went to the fridge in the basement for a blood bag, drinking it down and tossing away the bag. He returned to the study to read Pride and Prejudice for a while in his favorite chair. Katherine was in town, looking for that certain someone she knew could help her. She sat down at the bar beside him, "Katherine, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, sipping from his whiskey. "Damon I need your help." She waved the bartender over, "Dirty martini please." She spoke sweetly to him as he eyed her up and down. "Right away." He said, winking at her. Damon scoffed, "You have everyman you've ever met wrapped around your finger. And as for you need helping, since when does the great Miss Katherine Peirce asks for anything when she can just take it?" Katherine mouthed a thank-you to the bartender as he placed her drink on the bar. "Well you see Damon, I'm trying this new thing." He looked over to her, "And what would that 'thing' be?" she sat back, taking a large sip from her glass, "Being a better person." Damon tried to hold it in but failed, beginning to laugh hysterically, "You're joking right? You nice? There would be better luck in getting your head ripped off by an alligator."
Katherine ignored his snide remark, "I've decided that playing games for as long as I have was beginning to become a bore. I've decided to actually settle down with someone sounded more amusing every year whilst I've decided who that person would be." Damon nodded, "Ah, Stefan. Well, that won't be as easy as you think." "I'll just keep trying is all until he finally cuts his 'I don't have feelings anymore' bullshit and gets over himself." Damon chuckled lightly, "That definitely sounds like baby bro." Katherine decided to change the subject, no longer wanting to dwell on her love life, "How is my doppelganger anyhow? Still breathing I presume." Damon rolled his eyes, "Yes and unlike you, I actually care about her living her normal human life to the fullest even though she is your great granddaughter of sorts." Katherine tipped back her drink, finishing it off and placing it back on the bar, "So you'll help me then?" Damon sighed, "I'll try, but no promises." She leaned over, kissing his cheek, "I always knew you were still the same." Then she stood from the bar and continued out the door leaving Damon to pay for her drink.
So what did you guys think? This is a new story I'm trying to branch out from just Delena and try something new. Let me know what you think in a review. Thanks for reading!
Xoxo-Marissa